You didn’t, you did it, you did it, you did.
YOU DIDN’T YOU DID.
Fears of feathered fringes of fragments flying
out of here.
Out of body, out of mind
you didn’t, you did it, you did it, you did.
Suffering, he is a river,
winding his way through watered bypass
formed by the rock,
and the ridge and great
arching bowl of the ocean’s bed,
only to be blown into cloud
that children might glance
and find a darkened dagger here
you didn’t, you did it, you did it, you did.
Stop pretending she’ll control it
or somehow freeze the flow
stop believing it’s a constant
and stopping it all,
let it go,
Life, she is a poet
and Jesus too.
broken in crimson waters.
Who did it?
you didn’t, you did it, you did it, you did.
Georgi
